Lyrics of Can't play, won't pay

Ten years of all sides
Sniping fairness under fire
Ten long years, rubbished objectives
Two pronged shower of bite

Dirt is now scrubbed
From our own doorstep
But around every corner
Hides a high roller

Suited and heftily booted
So casual and concerned
Network, make the acquaintance
Dance to soulless tunes

Dirt is now scrubbed
From our own doorstep
But around every corner
Hides a high roller, roller

Get this prick away from me
Smash him and the leeching clique

Feigning grin that pulls you in
Feigning grin that pulls you in
Golden hand shake on the take
Golden hand shake on the take

Get this prick away

Enemies of the music business
Corporate fuck
Enemies of the music business
Black sheep on the cusp
Enemies of the music business

Ten long years still didn't finish us
Ten years still didn't finish us, much to their disdain
Ten long years regained the impetus
Thorns in cash whores side

Dirt is now scrubbed
From our own doorstep
But around every corner
Hides a high roller, roller